THE BLOOD ON MY HANDS

Salaciously she caresses my heart,
A breathing thunderdoom that can't bare another betrayal
Excited by lust I plead for a night of passion
But the sensation left me dry and I am forever powerless
My heart destroyed, my body twisted in thoughts incurable
I now must commit myself to a degree of appalling splendor
Such grisly hands have I, of blood dripping madness
Tearing their way into her soul
My lips of clenching whiteness press against her sultry flesh
It pains me to undermine the meaning of murder
With her pulp in my fists I forever close the eyes of the vile
I rinse my hands from the sin, visible throughout my waking body
Yet the torment that lies in me remains here,
In my chest,
Thudding and scraping at my heart
Plunging deeper into my pulsing, red hunger
I want it gone, be gone!
Oh, but my guilt lingers still-

Brian Grisham, 1995